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A/N: -sigh- Another chapter full of fluffiness and nonsensical sex.

Hermione stretched in her bed, never opening her eyes. It was Saturday and she relished the fact she didn't have to get out of her very comfortable bed yet. She stretched her legs out, still tangled in the sheets. She felt a slight throbbing pain between her legs, her eyes shooting open as she remembered the night before. Part of her thought it was a dream, a very nice dream, but her body told her otherwise. She let out a smile knowing she wouldn't regret it, she would never regret it.

She wasn't surprised in the least when Lucius wasn't in her bed, or even in her flat. She would have been shocked if he was. With a very girly squeal, she bounded out of bed and into the bathroom for a shower.

Hermione went about her normal Saturday routine, but today she was happier than usual, smiling almost incessantly and humming to herself. If Harry or Ron had seen her they would have carted her right off to St. Mungo's for a psychiatric evaluation.

The fact was, she felt more refreshed, more carefree than she had since she was in school. Her good mood was enough to last her through Sunday and straight into Monday morning, subsiding to a calmer feeling as she stepped onto the lift to head to her office that morning.

She received several astonished stares as she greeted everyone in her department with a smile before walking into her office, and leaving the door open for the very first time.

An hour later Harry and Ron stuck their heads in her door, trying to spy on her as she worked. She was leaning back in her chair, her feet propped up on her desk as a quill was scratching down notes she rambled off from the parchment in her hands.

Her head popped out from the side of the parchment and she set it down as her two best friends walked into the room. She saw the looks of shock on their faces and actually laughed out loud.

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with Hermione?" Ron demanded.

She snickered. "I just had a good weekend," she said to the pair in front of her desk.

"Uh huh, you look like you got laid," Harry said, causing Ron to sputter.

Hermione laughed again. "Am I the type to just go out and get laid?" she asked Harry, her eyebrows raised.

Harry laughed. "Well, I guess not."

Hermione smiled, not having to lie. They came to that conclusion on their own. And the funny thing about it was, she didn't feel the least bit guilty for letting them believe it.

"So, lunch later?" Harry asked.

"Definitely."

Harry and Ron walked out of her office, leaving her to go back to her note taking and humming. She grabbed her wand and flicked the curtains behind her open. It wasn't real sunlight, but it still lightened the room a bit.

Hermione stood up from her desk a few hours later, preparing to go to lunch. She had received a memo to meet them in the lobby, laughing that Ron was always sending them just 2 doors down. She walked out her door, not looking in front of her and found herself slamming into something very hard, and very familiar.

She looked up to see Lucius Malfoy standing there, looking rather annoyed she had bumped into him.

"I didn't think someone like you would be wandering around the Auror office, Lucius," she said with venom dripping off her words.

He sneered at her under his nose. "I wouldn't be in this place, Ms. Granger, unless I had to."

"Well then, why don't you move out of my way."

"Gladly," he said before turning back on his heel and continuing down the hallway.

"Arrogant prat," she muttered under her breath as she caught the lift to meet Harry and Ron.

When she reached them they stop the conversation they were having. "Did you two see-"

"Lucius Malfoy?" they said at once.

"Yeah," she said, amusement lingering in her voice.

"He was cleared again," Ron said with a grimace. "He was going to reclaim his property that had been seized from the last investigation."

"Oooh," she said. "Well, where are we headed for lunch?"

The rest of Hermione's week proceeded as normal, no more run ins or incidents with said 'arrogant prat'. She was actually having the best week she'd ever had at work, simply because of her mood.

Harry and Ron were glad to see her laughing and smiling genuinely for the first time since before the war. They were also glad to see she didn't overload herself with work nearly as much and allowed them to take her to lunch every day.

When Hermione got home from work on Friday she shed her clothes on the way to the bathroom to shower. Feeling rather refreshed and clean, she donned a pair of black low cut pants and an emerald green tank top before she went to the Leaky Cauldron.

From there she walked to 'Lost', a slight bounce in her step along the way. She handed in her wand, grabbed the piece of paper and made her way into the already crowded club.

She greeted the bartender with a smile and ordered her coke and rum. Sipping lightly on it, she turned and watched the dance floor again. Just like before, it beckoned to her.

But this time memories of hands on her stomach, his breath on her neck and his lips on hers was what guided her out. Closing her eyes and moving to the music, she remembered his touch with a sigh and a smalll smile.

Hermione's imagination slipped and reality kicked in full force when she felt a familiar pair of arms encircle her waist anda chest pressed against her back. She leaned back in to him, her lips seeking his neck.

From that point, it wasn't dancing, it was foreplay. It wasn't as much as either of them craved, but it was enough to set their skin on fire, to make their bodies sweat.

His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her up for another kiss, his tongue darting into her mouth and a groan ripping through his throat.

Hermione's hands were under his shirt, and her nails were lightly scratching his back, sending chills up and down his spine. She broke the kiss and moved to his ear. "I think we need to go," she whispered before licking the bottom of his ear.

Their clothes were discarded on the floor in an unceremonious pile as they half tumbled half crawled onto the bed.

Hermione was getting restless, needing him to the point of the throbbing starting to be painful. She pushed him down and crawled over him, his ice blue eyes hazing over in a cloud of lust. As she reached his lips and kissed him hard, she impaled herself on him.

Her back arched away from him, a low moan excaping her lips. She gently moved up and down before his hands grabbed her hips to move at a faster pace. This is what she had craved, what she had needed all week.

As she was getting closer and closer to that exploding point Lucius rolled her over with a growl and pinned her hands above her head with one hand. He began going faster and faster, his breath coming out in short pants and sweat beading on his forehead.

The site of him over her looking like that was enough to send her into bliss, pulses of pleasure rocking through her body as she felt him clench inside her.

Hermione woke up with a very satisfied smile plastered on her face. She rolled over onto her back, savoring the pleasant memories of the night before. She splayed her arms out in her bed and let the sunlight pour in over her exposed body. She could still smell him on her sheets.

She buried her face in the pillow and squealed again. She suddenly realized how much of a girl she was.

Author Babble:

I can never get enough Lucius/Hermione goodness.